Spring Fever

About now I usually get the urge to plant all. the. green. things . . . and watch them die shortly thereafter. A green thumb has never been one of my strengths.

This year, however, it’s hubby who’s gone planting crazy. He’s transformed the front yard, adding a wine barrel planter, 

an arch and trellis for the new bougainvillea, 

and replaced parts of our poor drought-stricken grass with new brickwork accents.

It looks amazing. And since I didn’t plant them, maybe everything will stay happy and healthy. Crossing my fingers . . .